The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Volume 4Jacob Tonson, 1709 |
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Halaman 1542
... Poor Clifford ! how I fcorn his worthless Threats . York , Will you , we fhew our Title to the Crown ? If not , our Swords fhall plead it in the Field . K. Henry . What Title haft thou , Traitor , to the Crown ? Thy Father was , as thou ...
... Poor Clifford ! how I fcorn his worthless Threats . York , Will you , we fhew our Title to the Crown ? If not , our Swords fhall plead it in the Field . K. Henry . What Title haft thou , Traitor , to the Crown ? Thy Father was , as thou ...
Halaman 1546
... Poor Queen , How love to me , and to her Son , Exeunt Queen and Prince . Hath made her break out into terms of Rage . Reveng'd may the be on that hateful Duke , Whofe haughty Spirit , winged with defire , Will coft my Crown , and like ...
... Poor Queen , How love to me , and to her Son , Exeunt Queen and Prince . Hath made her break out into terms of Rage . Reveng'd may the be on that hateful Duke , Whofe haughty Spirit , winged with defire , Will coft my Crown , and like ...
Halaman 1549
... poor Boy : My Father's Blood hath ftopt the paffage Where thy Words should enter , Rut . Then let my Father's Blood open it again , He is a Man , and , Clifford , cope with him . [ Exit . Clif . Had I thy Brethren here , their Lives and ...
... poor Boy : My Father's Blood hath ftopt the paffage Where thy Words should enter , Rut . Then let my Father's Blood open it again , He is a Man , and , Clifford , cope with him . [ Exit . Clif . Had I thy Brethren here , their Lives and ...
Halaman 1552
... poor Tork , but that I hate thee deadly , I fhould lament thy miferable State . I prithee grieve , to make me merry , Tork . What , hath thy fiery Heart fo parcht thine Intrails , That not a Tear can fall for Rutland's Death , Why art ...
... poor Tork , but that I hate thee deadly , I fhould lament thy miferable State . I prithee grieve , to make me merry , Tork . What , hath thy fiery Heart fo parcht thine Intrails , That not a Tear can fall for Rutland's Death , Why art ...
Halaman 1553
... poor Monarch taught thee to infult ? It needs not , nor it boots thee not , proud Queen ; Unless the Adage must be verify'd , That Beggars mounted run their Horse to Death . ' Tis Beauty that doth oft make Women proud , But God he knows ...
... poor Monarch taught thee to infult ? It needs not , nor it boots thee not , proud Queen ; Unless the Adage must be verify'd , That Beggars mounted run their Horse to Death . ' Tis Beauty that doth oft make Women proud , But God he knows ...
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Halaman 1628 - I'll have her, but I will not keep her long. What ! I, that kill'd her husband and his father, To take her in her heart's extremest hate ; With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I no friends to back my suit withal, But the plain devil, and dissembling looks, And yet to win her, — all the world to nothing ! Ha!
Halaman 1775 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou...
Halaman 1822 - And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check to good and bad : but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents, what mutiny, What raging of the sea, shaking of earth, Commotion in the winds, frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixure ! O ! when degree is shak'd, Which is the ladder to all high designs, The enterprise is sick.
Halaman 1782 - After my death I wish no other herald, No other speaker of my living actions, To keep mine honour from corruption, But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.
Halaman 1775 - Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not ; Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Halaman 1781 - From his cradle He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one ; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty and sour to them that loved him not ; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer...
Halaman 1565 - So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will...
Halaman 1996 - Volsces ; men and lads, Stain all your edges on me. — Boy ! False hound ! If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle in a dovecote, I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli : Alone I did it. — Boy ! Auf.
Halaman 1747 - tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
Halaman 1618 - And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace...